All Chapters of Mated By The Quadruple Alpha : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The moonlight spilled across the war room’s polished table, casting pale reflections over the maps and scattered documents. My fingertips hovered over the inked lines of the territory borders, but my thoughts were nowhere near strategy. They were tangled in the echoes of last night—Kian’s rough whisper in my ear, the way Rowan’s hand had lingered against my back, the storm brewing in Daemon’s eyes, and the almost fragile warmth I’d caught in Lucien’s rare smile.The quadruple bond was growing stronger. And so was the chaos it promised.“We need to address the northern patrol breach.” Lucien’s voice snapped through the room like a whip. He was standing, one palm pressed to the table, his other hand gesturing sharply to the map. His tone was clipped, controlled—too controlled.“Three attacks in two nights,” Rowan added, leaning back in his chair, fingers tapping an idle rhythm on the arm

The air in the chamber was charged, thick with the remnants of everything that had just happened. My skin still hummed from the pull of their power, the way their combined presence seemed to wrap around me like a living force, both protective and possessive. But beneath that, another current swirled — uncertainty, sharp and biting.Kael hadn’t moved from his position against the wall, though his eyes tracked me with unnerving precision. His expression was unreadable, as if he were weighing me against some invisible scale only he could see. Cassian, on the other hand, was pacing — a slow, deliberate stride that carried the faint scent of leather and the low rumble of an almost-growl beneath his breath. Draven leaned back in his chair, all false ease, but I could feel the tension in him too. And then there was Lucien — the calm center of the storm, though his silver gaze betrayed a flicker of something dangerously close to fear.“What you&rs

The chamber fell into a suffocating silence after the Council’s messenger departed. His words still hung in the air like a curse: “Under the Blood Moon, she will choose—or be claimed by force.”I could feel all four of them watching me—Lucian, Kael, Darius, and Rowan. Each gaze was different. Lucian’s was sharp and assessing, Kael’s unreadable but tense, Darius’s burning with defiance, and Rowan’s… Rowan’s eyes looked like they wanted to shield me from the whole world.The problem was, the world didn’t care.“You’re not choosing under threat,” Darius growled, his hand slamming the edge of the table. The wood splintered slightly. “If they think they can force you—”“Darius.” Lucian’s tone was calm but lethal. “We can’t go to war with the Council. Not yet.”“Not yet?” Darius rounded on him. &ldqu

The heavy oak doors groaned as I shoved them open, the sound echoing through the high-ceilinged chamber. Every head in the room turned toward me. Some faces registered shock, others irritation. The long table, carved from ancient wolf pine, was littered with maps, scrolls, and goblets of untouched wine. The scent of politics—sour, metallic, suffocating—filled the air.I could feel their eyes raking over me, weighing my presence like a weapon they didn’t invite to the battlefield. But I didn’t flinch.“You called this council to discuss me,” I said, voice carrying sharp and clear. “So let’s skip the pretense and let me save you the trouble of whispering behind closed doors.”A murmur rippled across the table. One of the older elders—Cyras, a man whose beard looked as if it had survived three wars—leaned back in his chair with a smirk. “This is a private matter, Luna.”“I&rs

The tension in the air was thick enough to taste, like the charged silence before a thunderstorm. Every eye in the council chamber had been on me when I walked out, their whispers slithering after me like venomous snakes. I didn’t care. I couldn’t. My pulse was still hammering from the words I’d just thrown at them — the truth they didn’t want to hear.The corridor outside the chamber was long and dim, lined with ancestral portraits whose eyes seemed to follow me. The steady thud of boots behind me made me stop halfway down.“Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?” Kai’s voice was low, his tone halfway between admiration and frustration.I turned slowly to face him. “Yes. I defended myself. I defended this pack. Someone had to.”His jaw flexed, and for a moment I thought he might yell. Instead, he stepped closer, close enough that his scent — pine and storm wind — curled around me. “You’ve painted a target on your back, little wolf.”“I’ve had one since the moment I arrived,” I s